Peering gazing at the window of the hospital, silently contemplating the dream I just had, the shock of the things that happened to me is still fresh in my mind. I had a long dream about myself, about the truth of what happened to me—The day where my life went downhill.
I'm all alone in the hospital room, as after I woke up, I washed up my face and saw my complexion in the mirror, reflecting my feelings. The only thing inside my heart right now was sadness and an inexplicable emotion. For once, I'm thankful that I remembered the trauma and the cause of my disarray, understanding the root cause of everything.
What day is it anyway?
